Richard Leonard

Club President 2011-2013, now Vice President and Club Delegate to the Munster Branch of the IRFU. Played, wrote, took photos, created this mayhem and other web stuff.

Bruff RFC Golf Classic Results.

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Aug 202017
 

Bruff RFC would Like to take this opportunity to thank the following for their great help in running this years golf classic.

Ballyneety golf club: and in particular the following members of staff for their help on the 2 days:

Margaret & Leanne for all their help & organisation.

Johnny & Brian & the bar & restaurant staff for all the meals & drinks over the duration.

Our fantastic sponsors:

There were over 40 without whose help and support we would not have been able to run the competition. Every time without fail they continuously come to the rescue.

The teams:

On what was a particularly rough day to be out on the course, over 30 teams turned out to play. Again thank you for your support for another year and we hope that you enjoyed yourselves.

Bruff RFC executive & finance committees:

For their help in fundraising, arranging the sponsors & work throughout the running of the competition.

Three were 6 main competition prizes with others for the mixed teams, nearest the pin, & longest drive.

Congratulations to our prizewinners:

  1. John Finn
  2. Jim Wallace
  3. Stephen O’Kelly
  4. Ger Malone
  5. George Clancy
  6. Paudie Hehir ( Baraco)

Longest drive: Greg Moran

Nearest the pin: Stephen O’Kelly

Best mixed team: Michael, Cathal & Patricia Hehir.

Bull & Booze Fixed for Friday 22nd of September.

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Aug 192017
 

We know that you’ve been asking almost weekly what was happening with this seasons Bull ‘n’ booze, and while it was delayed due to the WWRC taking place and the subsequent tying up of all of the IRFU referees.

The Format this year is going to be a little different as it has to take place at Rugby Season time so what we have decided to do is to re-jig the competition to create a midnight final under floodlights on the Friday night.

Games are going to start at around 7:00 pm on Friday night with the competition running straight through until the floodlit final.

We will announce the full competition and booking details through the IRFU booking system over the next few days.

Many thanks for your forbearance during the last few weeks as we tried to figure out how we were going to create a decent structure that gave you, the competitors, the standard of competition that you expect and deserve. We think that this format will best serve both you and us this season.

Good old rugby poem

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Jul 202017
 

Found this one online today.

It rings too true:

When the battle scars have faded

And the truth becomes a lie

And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s……?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!

The older we get, the better we were....

The older we get, the better we were….